Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.